Coming Down

If you don't mind, could we not fight.
See your close woman, in the night.
I'm sober, still alive.
Waste your days, on your own.
Getting drunk, getting stoned.
I'm sober, still alone.

Must I always take a backseat?
Must I always be your clown?
Did you ever really love me?
Or were you always coming down?

See your face, see your eyes.
You shouldn't have left, you shouldn't have lied.
I'm sober, spirits die.

Must I always take a backseat?
Must I always be your clown?
Did you ever really love me?
Or were you always coming down?

Must I always take a backseat?
Must I always be your clown?
Did you ever really love me?
Or were you always coming down?

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